Your supposed to be high on life. The only high I get is when I die in my dreams.
My high is when I secretly die inside while keeping a smile on my face. And when the day comes everyone is going to look and say she was always happy.
But they never looked into my eyes. The eyes are the soul but I guess no one wants to see the soul.
The mask that we carry, to shadow our problems and our light that we hide.
We take away ourselves and hide the truth, until one day we can take it off and take the burdens away.
To shine brighter than ever.
Only we hold the key to the door to let others in.
About the Creator
Heavenlee Martinez
🤷🏻♀️ Not much to say about myself. The poetry I write is personal. But the stories I’ll post are a little less haha.
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